It doesn't much signify whom one marries, for one is sure to find next morning that it was someone else.

Then never less alone than when alone.

The good are better made by ill, As odours crushed are sweeter still.

Go! you may call it madness, folly; You shall not chase my gloom away! There 's such a charm in melancholy I would not if I could be gay.

I lived to write, and wrote to live.

Women have the understanding of the heart, which is better than that of the head.

When with care we have raised an imaginary treasure of happiness, we find at last that the materials of the structure are frail and perishing, and the foundation itself is laid in the sand.